we make a mark
on each other, families, neighborhoods, the world
actions and words
a smile or thought
affect someone
something else
unknowingly
we leave behind a piece of ourselves
everyday
handprints pressed into wet concrete
names proudly written for passersby to see
even years later
the marks remain
only lightly faded
long after the hands are grown and gone
monuments erected
ribbons cut
tributes made
a time
a place
a person
honored
remembered
forgotten
the last stone is laid
acts are not random
life is interconnected
full of stories
the stories are all one
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairings:
Dust in the Wind – Kansas
“How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live ’em.
How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give ’em.”
― Shel Silverstein
Excellent!
Thank you!
Hey Talya I finnaly joined!
Yay!!!! I miss you so so bad. Call me maybe. Just call me.
Only one word comes to mind…Awesome, Awesome, Awesome!!!
Loved it. Mom
Very nice!
The “real Nana” left many marks on all our hearts.
Life is inter-connected. Powerful:)
Thank you:) I think so too.
Just finished “The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee'” and absolutely enjoyed each and every line. I grew up in southeast Missouri and picked cotton before mechanical pickers came on the scene. I was familiar with most of the places Gracie Lee and her family frequented, Goldsmith’s was a favorite, magical place at Christmastime.. I can’t count the times I laughed out loud while reading your book and the ending touched my heart , and as one of our grandchildren used to say, “It made my tears come down. Thank you for sharing your talent of writing, it’s hard to believe this was your first novel. You gifted my life with a special friend when you created and shared Gracie Lee. With appreciation,
Thank you so much, Jeanie! You have made my day with your sweet comments.
I’ve spent much of the morning reading your blog and feeling a sad to have left Mississippi County just yesterday, driving 12 hours back home to Michigan. My seventies were spent growing up with summer visits to the Mississippi Delta.
My mother is a West Ridge girl, my Dad a Marked Tree boy. I have relatives in Lepanto, Tyronza, Etowah and Manila. We spent the week visiting, with highlights during the week driving into Osceola. We must have passed your childhood home a dozen times. And I see I unknowingly visited your Johnson family in Garden Point as I photographed the cemetery for Find A Grave. My Kemp family rests behind your family closer to the entrance.
Thank you so much for sharing your memories. While I may have not grown up there, your memories tug at my heart-strings as well!
I look forward to getting your novel and sharing it with my family members!
Thank you so much! I sent you an email…